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Scribe Of End

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Long ago, the First Goddess gifted the royal line of Cael’Nir a sacred artifact pulsing with divine light — or so they believed. When the kingdom fell in a forbidden ritual meant to summon salvation, only ash remained. No one knew the truth: they had not called a god. They had awakened something far older. Now, years later, Ysara — the last surviving heir of the Broken Sun — lives hidden in a crumbling academy, her name forgotten, her birthright buried. Branded by her father’s sin and haunted by a world that fears what cannot be named, she seeks no throne. Only survival. But the past has not finished with her. In the heart of an ancient forest, she meets a stranger — a man who speaks no known tongue, whose presence twists the air, and whose shadow doesn’t quite follow his form. He is not what he seems. And she is not as powerless as they all believed. As the gods stir and the world fractures once more, Ysara must walk the path of ruin — not to bring back what was lost, but to build something stronger from its ashes. She is the last ember of a forgotten kingdom. He is the first silence before all things. Together, they will decide if this world deserves to begin again.
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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE

Humans…

Often, they surpass themselves — in love, in hate, in kindness…

or in destruction.

Such great minds. Such wisdom — gifted by gods who, for reasons unknown, favored them above all.

Among all beings, they stood nearest to the truth. Nearest to the divine.

But...

Where did it all go wrong?

Was it when the First Goddess forged the Three Worlds, driven by the ambition to birth life anew?

Was it when humans began carving out territories within the sacred land of Aurethia?

Or was it when the great war — a conflict that scorched the realm for thirteen long years — erupted between the races of Aurethia, all seeking dominion, rule, and the forging of absolute hierarchy?

Whatever the reason — perhaps all of them, or none —none could have foreseen the result.

"The gods have no mercy. That's why they're gods."

— George R. R. Martin

Who would have thought that one act, one desperate move by mankind, would provoke such wrath from the heavens?

Who could have imagined they would awaken what was never meant to stir?

That they would reach into the forbidden,

that they would wield knowledge untouched even by gods?

Aspects so old, so buried, that even the divine had forgotten.

And some…

feared to remember.